We discovered there is no direct route, and the GPS took us to the south, then back up, which took us through 5 states, crossing the borders sometimes more than once. Fields of cotton were everywhere as we crossed Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, and into Tennessee. No photos today, but one I wish I had gotten, when we came upon a small horse trailer being towed by a car, which had a huge neon orange sign attached, hand written, stating....
" Young Driver following Old Driver. Please don't get between us."
In front of the young lady hauling the horse trailer was an old RV with a similar neon orange hand lettered sign......
" Old Driver". Very cute.
My singing for the day ( yes, I do that often) switched from The Tennessee Waltz to Chattanooga Choo Choo. But I was disappointed to discover that the Chattanooga Choo Choo never existed, despite the fact that a sign on the highway announces its approach. A Holiday Inn has added a bunch of railroad cars to the hotel, that apparently you can request to sleep in. The woman at the RV park wrinkled her nose when I asked her about it, so we skipped it.
Our site on Sauturday night was on the grounds of a civil war battle, and had a monument that was erected after the war. The Park Service provides information and a film at the park, no doubt purchased before anyone thought to preserve the land. Thankfully the monument was preserved.
After a long day of driving, we settled in, and got take out BBQ from a spot recommended by the park manager. They had sold out of ribs, but I had chopped....not pulled......pork, and Clem had fried cat fish, both of which were delicious. Nothing like BBQ in the south!
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